Yummy she smiles stairing at me then adjusts her dress, I think I'm going to enjoy this visiter, walking toward the front door and asks, would you lik... something to drink. The man speaks out, what shall it be,water or shine, starting to walk up the stairs, I respond oh, shine please. The lady opens the door, flicks her hair back and pulls the hem of her dress up her thighs, one glass for the shine and another fresh bottle. The dogs tounge hanging out of its mouth and tail waging back and. Now, as looked at my wife, I thought about the first time I put her engagement ring on her finger, and the day we married. I was about to head back to the kitchen and let my wife contemplate her slutty actions when she said, “Alex, you are right, I would have been incensed with you… I have no excuse and I am sorry… Please don’t make me leave – I love you.” Seeing as my wife came to her senses and apologized, I went and sat on the bed with her and kissed her. After I did, I held her left hand. But everywhere else is lace! It will be obvious I’m not wearing anything under it. It will be just as obvious I’m a slut because only a slut would wear something like this. I really don’t feel right about wearing this to national monuments and historical sites. It seems totally inappropriate. I held it up, showed it to Jo and said, “I can’t wear this on a class trip to a museum or wherever the hell we’re going today!”Jo smiled and said, “Dummy! Didn’t you read the schedule?”“Um, no. I was never. The club was a converted warehouse near the docks, and the industrial area of town was quiet at this time of night. The cab sped off and the only sound was the bass faintly bumping from inside the club. A single massive bouncer stood at the door, and he gestured for her to enter as she approached.Once inside the pulsing music washed over her and she entered the main club area. A crowd of figures was writing on the dance floor in time to the beat. Scattered cages contained scantily clad dancers.